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On the outskirts of the north side of the North District, a three-storey house that is quickly abandoned.

Originally belonged to the Beckland Medical College, but the latter's main body has now moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who did not graduate successfully in the current period.

Audrey was wearing a white coat, a mask with the same color mask, and the moisturizing blond hair was also put into the cold and cold surgical cap.

She turned her eyes and looked at the same dress, and I thought that the other side had a special temperament and seemed to be more suitable for this kind of attire than myself.

The amount... is the kind of temperament that can pick up the scalpel and cut the patient's stomach at any time... Audrey did not speak, and walked halfway behind Foss and entered the classroom in front.

After receiving the feedback from Firth, she was shocked because Mr. Fool said that it was a simple task.

Considering simplicity, perhaps just relative to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁 趁

However, until now, she has not received a response.

Passing through the gate and entering the room, Audrey instinctively took a look around and found that it was not an ordinary classroom. There were four bone specimens and four glass coffins. The coffin was filled with preservatives. With four skins that are pale and naked.

At the top of the classroom, there is also a transparent glass column, which is also filled with liquid, floating a male body wearing a black bachelor suit.

The clothes of this corpse were tightly attached to the body, giving a very heavy feeling. He did not fall down, so he stood upright in the center.

It seems to be alive and dead in the inside, not to be put in after death... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of the audience.

In addition, she saw people in the room around the long strips sitting in a white coat with a white mask and a surgical cap. They didn't say a word, just like the surrounding bodies and bones.

Looking at the outside of the blushing moon and the faint dark night, Audrey returned to the scene in the classroom. For a moment, she couldn’t help but shudder. This is from instinct.

But again, she feels excited and excited.

This is the life that an extraordinary person should have... Audrey silently sighed and sat down with Foss looking for a corner.

Waiting for a while, in the vertical glass column at the forefront of the classroom, the floating male body wearing a black bachelor suit suddenly opened his eyes and let the voice pass through obstacles:

"let's start."

............

Eastern District, Dalavi Street.

Klein was wearing a dusty gray-blue worker's uniform, wearing a cap, and walking on a dark street where gas lamps were still in effect.

In the various apartments on both sides, some candlelight sprinkled, which was intertwined with the blushing moonlight that penetrated the clouds, and barely outlined the outline of the pedestrians on the road.

Klein met one by one and the old clothes were ragged, and the expressions were numb and desperate passers-by, who were driven by the police.

They have no place to sleep, they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, occasionally catching opportunities, looking for an unobtrusive corner or a park chair in the park to rest for a while, but will soon be blasted away.

In the cold and deep night, Klein felt that they were more like living corpses than the living corpses they had seen, and the entire Eastern District was more like an abyss than the abyss of myths and legends.

He sighed in a hurry, and the throat was stimulated. He couldn't help but cough twice. He was busy converging his thoughts and used the corner of his eye to observe the apartment at the corner of the street. There was an apartment with obvious explosions and wounds that had not been repaired.

"To monitor the crime scene, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment that is facing, the three, four and the roof are all in line..." Klein learned what he learned in the night team. Analyze the situation.

Throughout the process, he did not slow down, lest he be suspected.

Coming to the street, Klein smoothly crossed the apartment with the number 1 and entered the building opposite the scene.

In a similar place, he is no stranger. The one bedroom he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen, he and his brother Benson and his sister Melissa lived for a long time. Only a little higher apartment - this is both Klein's personal experience and the memory of the original Lord.

Between the thoughts, Klein pulled the cap down and buried his head. He stepped on the creaking stairs and walked all the way to the third floor.

Due to the unfortunate experience in the evening, he does not have a revolver now. He can only insert his hand into his pocket and hold a few tarot cards with his fingers.

There was no light, only a little moonlight in the third floor aisle, Kline was not in a hurry, and carefully observed the layout.

Right on the left side of the scene, the best view of the surveillance field should be the third room in the past... Klein began to move slowly and carefully.

After walking through two rooms, he inserted his right hand into his pocket and lightly opened the iron cigarette case.

After the moment, his fingers touched the "all black eyes", and the ear slammed the slang of tearing the spirit.

At the same time, with this contaminated item, Klein saw a black, weird thin line.

These thin lines wandered in the void, although there was a certain interlacing and a little entanglement, but looking back, we can still distinguish who they belong to.

The corresponding figure is reflected in the brain that Klein is about to be cooked. There are men, women and children sleeping on the bed, and several tenants lying on the floor.

Other than that, there are no special places and no hidden characters.

Klein was busy with his hand, not touching the "black eye", the illusion in front of him and the auditory hallucination of the ear slowly improved.

He endured the pain, continued on, slightly relieved, and immediately observed another room.

It is a pity that he did not have a little bit of gain when he "searched" the entire apartment to see the opposite scene.

Huh, call... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, his hands on his knees, and he gasped.

The corners of his eyes kept crying, and the nose snorted from time to time, just like a sudden onset.

This is the result of frequent contact with the "all-black eye" in a short period of time. With Kline's resistance in this respect, it is not completely immune.

The only thing that satisfied him was that it was just a stimulus, not a pollution, otherwise he would give up long ago and would not dare to try again, which would lead directly to madness.

After a break, Klein finally calmed down the reaction and changed the apartment without a good apartment, but still did not gain.

Is my interpretation wrong? The clue is on the scene of the crime? Klein returned to the street and looked at the apartment with the blast marks with a sigh of relief.

With a casual attitude, he inserted his hand into his pocket and opened it and explored it in an iron cigarette case.

He wants to check the place where the discovery site is in the apartment, whether there is a person hiding.

With a bang, Klein’s head suddenly seemed to be smashed, and the body was a little bit rickety.

He seemed to be a drunkard, squatting forward and looking at the apartment with the explosion.

Because it is too far apart, he can't "see clearly" those black thin lines, and he can't trace the attribution to the source. He can barely distinguish where there are thin lines, and such a place indicates someone.

No, no, no... Klein swiftly swept, a rough judgment.

Suddenly, he found that the case on the third floor had black thin lines floating out and blended into the air!

This... Klein's pupils shrank and made a confirmation, then quickly pulled hands and stopped touching the dark eyes.

There was someone in the room that was blown up!

The murderer went crazy to wait for the explorer at the scene?

He is not afraid of having an official extraordinary person to check the case by the way?

I just made a mistake and never found him because my logic with the madman is completely different...

One by one, the idea flashed quickly, and Klein slowly vomited and pretended to be around without a person, and went around the entrance to the apartment.

At this time, his adverse reactions have all subsided.

Controlling facial expressions and body language, Klein came to the third floor just like going home, and there was a lot of tiredness in the footsteps.

In the dimly lit corridor, he saw the room without a door, smashed most of the walls, and then walked intently to the public bathroom.

As he approached the room, his hand, which had been inserted in his pocket, touched the "black eyes."

It was the slang of the brain that was splitting, and the illusion of swaying blur. Klein used the corner of his eye to aim at a black, imaginary thin line that spread from the crime scene.

Going back to the source, he found a man who completely integrated into the shadows and the same color in the gas field.

The man is very tall, close to two meters, with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth, which looks quite detached.

His eyes are like beasts, and indifference is a fierce concealer.

Not Llanus... Kline retracted his fingers, relaxed and tightened his body, and the surface normally ignored the possible gaze. He stopped walking to the end of the aisle and entered the public bathroom without alarming the man.

The public washroom and the crime scene were not on one side. After rubbing the cold sweat and slightly calming down the negative effects, he flipped straight out of the window, skillfully climbed down, then quickly walked away and stopped.

He knew that in a few minutes, the man would find that someone who went to the bathroom did not return, so he was alert to catch up, so he must stay away from Dalavi Street as soon as possible.

Klein didn't want to return the same way, but he didn't know which room he could go to, which would also expose the problem.

The "Clown" ran fast, and after a big circle, he entered the one-bedroom house he rented in the Eastern District and came over the fog to confirm the danger of not being caught up.

The guy should have a deep connection with Llanus... Klein was a little indulgent, with a portrait of the man who had just passed, and passed on the idea to the crimson star that symbolizes Miss Justice.

Then he said with dignity and lowness:

"This is a clue."